Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga down ugly Coke, up on the scale
step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never ever or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause deep rooted
I ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm creating the
Cliques get clipped heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole plus I make a profit
Wicked with shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit I turn ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones tight
Then I up the speakers in ya Ac all night
messages, the prophecy's in me
His Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)

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Uh, I get da on you niggas
I blow it, I make it hot for my

I blow em, kaboom, but fuck sound
Niggas was like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my
He claim he money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, block, horizons
in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I bring the heat
Hardcore niggas be panties, looking sweet
I'm on a journey through the land of fronting
Nervous motherfuckers the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts
I take my blade, insert it ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect
What? Drama! You can't believe how I bomb shit
Ya split, the pain hits ya little dick

You falling backwards, leaning like a addict
Rope claim me, packing automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the
Go outside, the bitch up like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and ya how it's done
And ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas got no type of reason
To say a bullshit in LL season
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up rectum
Black and blue, ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass busting flat
Head up on the place mat, to waste that
Operating incorporates stimulating
Lay that motherfucker's down, nigga resign
lose ya mind, concentrating on how I shine
You never hear a nigga me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze when I flip
I can't you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and like to hold they dicks
I'm shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all smooth singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my ring you swing and
With the light my fuse, allow me
To ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm on these herbs
Crystal so you can hear every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your might hear it
I gotta keep my locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da on you niggas
I blow it, I it hot for my niggas

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Uh, I get da on you niggas
I blow it, I it hot!